03 The Hotel - Sex Stories

03 The Hotel

... and my cell phone is sitting in my car. When wearing sweatpants, one is slightly limited in locations for the placement of a cell phone. I suppose I could have stuck it in my jacket pocket, but that thought had not occurred to me when I got out of the car. Oh well. I had told her 11am and I really had no clue what time it was.

Her room was about halfway down the hall, and I stopped in front of her door. I debated for a moment whether to set the snowboard down and lean it against the wall or continue to hold it. I will simply have to pick it up again anyways, so why bother? It is not exactly a comfortable position to hold the snowboard against my left shoulder by the binding, but years of practice have taught me how to hold it so that the binding does not crush my shoulder, or my hand. Just one of those things you learn over time.

I pause for a moment, my heart thunders in my chest. I had seen a picture of her once, but pictures do not really do people justice. There is always something to be said about seeing someone in person. I feel like a nervous teenager on his first date again. Never a fun position to be in. My hands feel sweaty, and I wipe my right hand on my sweats. Then knock once on the door.

I hear footsteps inside coming towards the door, and for one horrible moment I think that my information was wrong. What if some crazy man is staying here and I just woke him up? Would this be the last thing I ever do, standing in this hall like an idiot, with my life ...

... about to be erased by some lunatic with no conscience? I look up and down the hall, half hoping that someone will be there for me to call out for help. But then again, what if all that is false? Then I will look like even more of an idiot calling out when this woman opens the door. My heartbeat thunders, the door opens, and my heart stops.

Standing in the doorway is a woman that I can only describe as a Goddess. Sandy blonde hair played across her shoulders. Still damp from a recent shoulder, it glows in the light as if it has a life of its own. Her eyes enrapture me. A deep blue that seems to fill with the softness of a thousand pillows yet at the same time seems to resonate in the deepest oceans. Full, gorgeous lips part as she looks at me. Tucked around her incredible body is a single towel, revealing an incredible set of cleavage that any man would love to spend a lifetime exploring. The towel hugs her small frame, with a small knot tucked under her left arm. Supple, full hips push up against the bottoms of the towel, and incredible legs taper down to the ground at her perfect feet.

"Uh... h... h... Hi.," I stammered. She smiled at me, and I found my voice as I look into those eyes, "Did I catch you at a bad time?"

"Yes," her voice floated across my skin, making gooseflesh break out across my arms. It floated down my spine making me tingle down to my toes. She took one step through the doorway towards me, "you did."

"I... I am... sorry," I stammered again, "I ...